Here's a depressing stat for you: my latest collection of short stories, My Car Doesn't Do Hills, sold 5 copies last year. My Christmas book, Have Yourself a Ridiculous Little Christmas, sold 3. I put quite a lot of work into those.
Pretty much confirmed 2 new performances for the tour - people do take a long time to reply, don't they? Actually, they don't; it's often just a day or two, but I'm an anxious little git.
Went for a photoshoot for the new show which seemed to be going well, it involved me struggling in a phonebox. We then realised the photographer didn't have his memory card so none of the pictures were actually saved, we'll do it all again on Monday.
Got back and wrote solidly for 5 hours. Quite happy with the way the new show is shaping; it could do with being a bit nicer as it's too ranty, but in time I'll refine it.
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